Unbearable silliness of being racist

There has been no bigger blemish in modern European history than World War II. The suffering that was endured by so many did not only lay the foundations for the structure of the European Union of today but it indelibly defined Europe and its culture.

In every secondary school in almost every European country, children are urged to go through books depicting pages and pages of emaciated-looking, broken people. We are forced to look at how easy it is to dehumanise others and how fragile the bonds between us are. Above all, we are implored to never forget.
Three years ago I visited Auschwitz, the air around me so thick with sadness and suffering that I almost reeled from the emotion I felt. I saw the piles of shoes which would never find their way back to their owners’ feet and the stacks of broken glasses which their owners would never rummage around for in the dark. I saw all this and I wept because there was simply no question of doing or feeling anything else and yet in 2019, Mr Norman Lowell has had the audacity (if you can even call it that) to call this same place the ‘Disneyland of Poland’.
On reading some of the things he has openly said, you would be forgiven for...